An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 262

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Chapter 262
Part 5. Spreading Through Bloodlines (1)
Ding ding ding!
Morning had arrived.
Inside the Motel room, two white disposable containers of soup sat on the floor, accompanied by a single serving each of diced radish kimchi and napa cabbage kimchi as side dishes.
“Wow.”
After checking the caller ID, Yoon Sang looked at me with a contemplative gaze before picking up the phone.
“It’s Kim Yi-jun.”
“Take it.”
The timing was perfect—we’d just finished eating.
Yoon Sang exhaled sharply through his teeth and pressed the answer button, while I focused intently on him and began clearing the dishes.
For a moment, Yoon Sang tried to stop me, but I gestured firmly for him to concentrate on the call.
“Yes, this is Yoon Sang.”
Yoon Sang spoke with an apologetic look, and his face immediately went rigid.
“What? Your father…?”
Kim Il-hong.
Kim Yi-jun’s father—and the brother of the man who drove an iron stake through the grave.
Mentioning that man, Yoon Sang pressed the phone tight against his ear and continued speaking with urgency.
“Yes, yes, wait, just a moment. Send me the location first.”
Something serious had clearly happened.
That much was evident from the way Yoon Sang frantically gathered his things.
“We’re nearby. We can get there quickly, so please calm down!”
Just as I reached to take the phone from Yoon Sang, who was no calmer than the person on the other end—
“Calm down!”
Yoon Sang’s shout echoed through the Motel room.
Then, breathing heavily, he continued with measured composure.
“That older brother from yesterday is right here with me. I even had him stay at the Motel just in case.”
Yoon Sang sent me an apologetic look and swallowed hard.
“So send the address to my phone right now. We’re leaving immediately. Understood?”
Yoon Sang ended the call.
Then he turned his gaze toward me, and his eyes were grave.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes, yes.”
I could get the details on the way.
I conveyed that with my eyes, grabbed my bag, and left the Motel.
Click.
As the door closed, the curtains of the neatly tidied Motel room swayed.
The movement seemed almost like a farewell, yet it also felt like a harbinger of something ominous.
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Vroooom!
The drive from the motel to Kim Yi-jun’s House took roughly twenty minutes.
I covered that distance in fifteen.
Saturday morning meant the roads were sparse, and I’d pushed the speed accordingly.
Click!
Kang Hyung-seok parked in the residential district and looped his mask over his ears before exiting the driver’s seat, with Yoon Sang scrambling after him, arms laden with supplies.
“Hyung-nim, that’s the house!”
Yoon Sang pointed with his finger, the map application glowing on his phone, but Kang Hyung-seok’s gaze had already fixed on the residence—the same one where he’d glimpsed Kim Yi-jun last night, the man’s face drained of all color as he stood before it.
That ashen visage was unmistakable.
“Here! Here!”
Click!
Kim Yi-jun threw open the front gate and bolted inside, with Kang Hyung-seok and Yoon Sang close at his heels.
An ordinary, peaceful Saturday morning in a residential neighborhood—yet chaos unfolded.
A scrap collector dragging a handcart, a disheveled figure smoking a cigarette—both cast suspicious glances, but there was no time to heed them.
Beep beep beep beep! Whirrrr!
With Kang Hyung-seok right behind him, Kim Yi-jun punched in the code and wrenched open the entrance door.
Simultaneously, Yoon Sang let out a faint whimper.
He’d heard the gist over the phone.
But there’s a chasm between knowing something intellectually and witnessing it with your own eyes.
“Father… Father, please…”
Kang Hyung-seok stepped past Kim Yi-jun, who muttered like a man unmoored, and entered the house.
Right before the entrance.
Kim Il-hong sat there.
No longer resembling a human being.
“Hhhuuu, hhuuuk.”
His face was pallid as if dusted with flour, his lips and jaw stained crimson with blood, and from his tightly shut eyes, dark red rivulets streamed downward.
The visage was so inhuman it seemed as though he wore an inverted mask.
“I thought… I thought calling you was better than going to the hospital…”
Kang Hyung-seok, who’d been observing Kim Il-hong with such intensity that even Kim Yi-jun’s voice sounded distant, spoke in a low murmur as if to himself.
“Yoon Sang.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Lock the door first.”
Click- thunk! Whirrrr!
Once the electronic lock engaged, Kang Hyung-seok opened his bag.
He withdrew the Shaman’s Bell and the spirit blade, then turned his gaze toward Kim Yi-jun.
“Close all the windows. Bring me salt from inside the house—and that jar.”
“A… a jar…?”
Kim Yi-jun, half-delirious and motionless, echoed the question, so Kang Hyung-seok raised his voice.
“The jar where the cat drowned!”
“Ah! Ah!”
Kim Yi-jun bolted toward the kitchen and yanked open the cabinet doors beneath the sink.
The clatter of objects being rummaged through echoed loudly, while Kang Hyung-seok began shaking the Shaman’s Bell with deliberate slowness.
Whirrrrrring!
The potent Shaman’s Bell drove away the malevolent energy surrounding the space, yet my unease only deepened.
My jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles bulged visibly as I circled Kim Il-hong, shaking the Shaman’s Bell in rapid, precise motions.
‘Curses have taken root.’
These were no ordinary afflictions.
He hadn’t even visited a funeral hall—merely a graveyard—yet the Upper Gate curse had already settled in, and now the Monthly curse and Six Harmony curse had established themselves as well.
But worse than all of that was the Reversal curse.
“H-here! Salt and a jar!”
Kim Yi-jun came running, clutching a bag of sea salt in one hand and a ceramic jar in the other.
“Give me the salt!”
Yoon Sang took the salt and tore open the corner with his teeth, prompting me to shift my gaze toward him.
“Start with the door and windows. Scatter it everywhere—the bathroom, around where I am, all of it.”
“Yes!”
Yoon Sang’s hands and legs trembled as he began sprinkling the salt.
Meanwhile, I accepted the jar and set it down in front of Kim Il-hong.
Thunk.
I opened the jar lid and drew a deep breath, relieved to find nothing problematic inside.
“Is… is he going to be okay? My father’s going to be fine, right?”
To anyone’s eyes, Kim Il-hong looked far from fine.
Yet he asked anyway—clinging to whatever thread of hope remained.
“Kim Yi-jun.”
“Y-yes!”
“Was there anything unusual about your father yesterday?”
“Y-yesterday?”
“After we parted ways. Do you remember anything out of the ordinary?”
His expression suggested the answer wouldn’t come easily.
“Take your time thinking.”
Withdrawing my gaze from the panicked Kim Yi-jun, I began reciting the sacred incantation.
“Taiji East-West Upper Gate Divine, Yin-Yang Judgment Upper Gate Divine, Pre-Heaven Post-Heaven Upper Gate Divine, Heaven Gate Earth Gate Upper Gate Divine.”
First came the Upper Gate Release Sutra.
Since the curses wrapped around Kim Il-hong like layers of onion skin, I would need to use multiple incantations.
“Jade Emperor’s Lion, White Horse Great General, Left and Right Messengers, Summoning Generals, Great Generals of Expulsion, Heavenly Generals of Expulsion, Heavenly Originators of Expulsion.”
After completing the Upper Gate Sutra, I recited the True Name Expulsion Sutra without pause, flowing seamlessly into the next incantation.
“This Time Ascends Origin, Primordial Celestial Worthy, Celestial Worthy’s Sacred Scripture, Supreme Sovereign of the Way, Supreme Immortal of Clarity, Supreme Lord Lao, Jade Emperor Supreme, Celestial Emperor Supreme.”
The Dragon-Tiger Mysterious Sutra.
I recited the incantations used to seek out and annihilate malevolent spirits and corrupted energy—a necessity born from the sheer darkness that had invaded Kim Il-hong.
Whirrrrrring!
As I pronounced each syllable of the incantation with meticulous care, considerable time had elapsed.
While Yoon Sang scattered the salt everywhere, he led Kim Yi-jun to the adjacent room so as not to disturb Kang Hyung-seok.
Click.
Even as the door closed, Kim Yi-jun’s gaze remained fixed on Kim Il-hong.
His eyes would not leave easily.
How could he turn away when his father had become something monstrous?
Thump, thump.
Though the season was not hot, Kang Hyung-seok continued the incantation while sweat poured down his face.
I understood Kim Yi-jun’s heart.
“If the brain’s karmic fire answers and the heart’s poison spreads, then through incense and fragrant offerings, may the blessing of extended life be granted on this day, may wealth and fortune flow like water, and may illness and suffering be lifted away.”
It was the bond between father and son.
A relationship bound by blood.
“When constant incense and fragrant offerings are made with sincere devotion, the spirits of life and death shall bow before the Jade Emperor, and all lesser beings shall obey and follow the celestial mandate without fail.”
That is why I feared it.
The iron spike driven into the graveyard was slander and curse.
The work of a child estranged from the deceased.
“Now, true immortal, shatter the chains, wall off the vengeful spirits, extinguish the water and fire that consume life and death.”
The buried, the suffering, the worried, the one who drove the spike.
All connected by blood.
That terrified me.
“May the three calamities and eight tribulations, official disasters and disputes, the four hundred and four illnesses, malevolent spirits and demons, earth toxins and killing blows, the hundred plagues of heaven and all such things be annihilated at once.”
The punishment of the suicide spreads through the blood.
“By the command of the Great Immortal Lao Jun, the Jade Emperor, and the celestial lords, I invoke the swift and immediate power. Om, swift as the law, Svaha.”
“Uuugghhh!”
As the ritual concluded, Kim Il-hong vomited blood from his mouth.
“Gack! Uuughhh!”
Splurt! Splurrrrt!
At the sight of the black blood pooling on the floor and fountaining from his mouth, Kang Hyung-seok pressed his lips together until they turned white.
‘It’s working. The ritual is effective.’
A stench of decay rose from the blood spreading across the floor.
It meant the impurity lodged within his body was being expelled, and indeed, color was beginning to return to Kim Il-hong’s ashen face.
But his eyes remained closed, so I also recited the Eye-Opening Sutra.
“As it was spoken, at this moment, not a single dharma is established, all sentient beings in the ten directions, whether monks or nuns, two hundred and fifty, all are awakened.”
Open your eyes.
Let the closed eyes open.
Glancing toward the adjacent room, I saw Kim Yi-jun peering through the crack of the carefully opened door, tears streaming down his face as he watched his father.
The son was so deeply concerned for his father.
“Manjushri Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, Prabhutaratna Bodhisattva, open the eyes, Akshobhya Bodhisattva, open the eyes, Moonlight Bodhisattva, open the eyes, Wisdom-Eye Bodhisattva, open the eyes.”
I shifted my gaze from Kim Yi-jun to Kim Il-hong and recited the sutra with earnest longing.
“Sovereign of the North, open the eyes, Sovereign of the East, open the eyes, Sovereign of the South, open the eyes, Sovereign of the West, open the eyes, all knowledge, open the eyes, all merit, open the eyes, all wisdom, open the eyes, all compassion, open the eyes.”
A brilliant light blazed forth!
Then, as if sweeping away cobwebs, I traced my ritual blade across Kim Il-hong’s face and shoulders.
“Wolilsiju paemokshin bulgoyeosi paemokshin paemokshin ju dadarani wal om yeoyeo gaseobje sabaha.”
After finishing the incantation, I wiped away Kim Il-hong’s tears of blood with my sleeve.
My sleeve stained crimson, but I paid it no mind.
With the heart of standing in for Kim Yi-jun, who grieved for his father, I wiped away those tears of blood for a long while—until finally, Kim Il-hong’s eyelids trembled.
Slowly, his eyes opened and fixed upon me.
“Huh… huh… huh…”
Kim Il-hong exhaled breath reeking of blood, gripping my wrist as his head shook as if collapsing.
“Huh… huuuh…!”
Such profound emotion melted into those sobs.
Though he could not speak, his hands trembled as they clutched my wrist.
Fear and gratitude filled both his palms.
“You’re safe now. Everything is all right now.”
I patted the back of Kim Il-hong, who was older than me, and soothed him. Soon the door burst open and Kim Yi-jun, who had been watching, rushed out.
“Dad! Dad!”
“Uuuuh!”
Confirming that his father was now well, Kim Yi-jun embraced him fiercely.
I watched the father and son cling to each other, weeping, and Yoon Sang, who approached carefully, sent me a look of acknowledgment for my efforts.
But it was not yet over.
I kept my lips pressed firmly shut, waiting only for Kim Yi-jun and Kim Il-hong to separate.
And finally, as the two released their embrace and began to express their gratitude, I shook my head first.
“There is something you must tell me.”
Kim Il-hong, his face still marked with blood, nodded vigorously, urging me to ask whatever I wished.
“Your mother was a Shaman, wasn’t she.”
What afflicted Kim Il-hong was not merely one or two curses.
A reverse curse—iron stakes driven into the grave.
And there was also a curse that spread through the bloodline.
“Why did your mother take her own life.”
A Shaman cannot easily end their own life.
“What was your younger sister so terrified of that she sealed it with iron stakes? What happened in your family.”
At my questions, the warm air that had filled the house transformed in an instant.
Flutter, flutter!
The window on the Veranda side swayed in the wind, dancing with an ominous, unsettling violence.

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